"There, there," Gwaine says, vaguely patting Lancelot's shoulder. He ends up having to grasp it for support to stop himself from sliding off the bench. With his awesome powers of observation he immediately notices two things. First, Lancelot has very nice shoulders. Second, they were talking about courage. Third, his flagon is empty. "What you need," he tells Lancelot, "is a little liquid courage."
He grins at him and then signals to the innkeeper for more wine. At least, he waves his arm around vaguely. The innkeeper can probably infer the meaning of his gesture. Gwaine hopes so, since he doesn't think he'll be able to get up and tell him directly. Then again maybe Lancelot can tell the innkeeper for him. It's nice to have friends.
His newest friend seem to be a little distracted though, since he just keeps sighing and staring at a blank spot on the wall. "She's special," Lancelot says. "I think I've been in love with her since the moment we met. She's got this... this amazing smile," he adds. "And she makes a room brighter just by walking into it. I don't know how it's possible."
Gwaine nods politely, even though he has no idea what Lancelot is talking about. He vaguely recalls talking about women. Lancelot doesn't seem to be needing his drink, so Gwaine takes a swig from his flagon. "My old mum always used to say that when I met the right woman I was to marry her before she realized that I was a total scoundrel," he says, not too consequentially.
This only has the effect to make Lancelot's face fell even more. "I'd ask her in a heartbeat if I could," he said with another of his heartbreaking sighs. Gwaine doesn't understand where the problem is. He'd marry Lancelot if Lancelot asked. Lancelot was nice and let him steal his wine. Which Gwaine had ordered but wasn't going to pay for, so actual ownership of the wine was a bit of a legal grey area. But Gwaine gets to drink most of it so no problem there.
Of course Gwaine doesn't actually tell Lancelot all of this. There are too many words involved, and words involve his tongue, and Gwaine isn't quite sure he's got a tongue any more. Instead he gives Lancelot a sympathetic look. Both of the Lancelots actually. He hadn't noticed that there were two identical Lancelots pining in front of him. He'd ask about that too, if it wasn't for, you know. Words.
Lancelot is still talking. Something about someone being in love with someone else. It's all a bit complicated and Gwaine thinks there are way too many words involved. He smiles at Lancelot and nods, then falls down on the table and starts snoring.
Re: #10 - Gwaine (Merlin) - Every little thing she does is Magic
"There, there," Gwaine says, vaguely patting Lancelot's shoulder. He ends up having to grasp it for support to stop himself from sliding off the bench. With his awesome powers of observation he immediately notices two things. First, Lancelot has very nice shoulders. Second, they were talking about courage. Third, his flagon is empty.
"What you need," he tells Lancelot, "is a little liquid courage."
He grins at him and then signals to the innkeeper for more wine. At least, he waves his arm around vaguely. The innkeeper can probably infer the meaning of his gesture. Gwaine hopes so, since he doesn't think he'll be able to get up and tell him directly. Then again maybe Lancelot can tell the innkeeper for him. It's nice to have friends.
His newest friend seem to be a little distracted though, since he just keeps sighing and staring at a blank spot on the wall.
"She's special," Lancelot says. "I think I've been in love with her since the moment we met. She's got this... this amazing smile," he adds. "And she makes a room brighter just by walking into it. I don't know how it's possible."
Gwaine nods politely, even though he has no idea what Lancelot is talking about. He vaguely recalls talking about women. Lancelot doesn't seem to be needing his drink, so Gwaine takes a swig from his flagon.
"My old mum always used to say that when I met the right woman I was to marry her before she realized that I was a total scoundrel," he says, not too consequentially.
This only has the effect to make Lancelot's face fell even more.
"I'd ask her in a heartbeat if I could," he said with another of his heartbreaking sighs.
Gwaine doesn't understand where the problem is. He'd marry Lancelot if Lancelot asked. Lancelot was nice and let him steal his wine. Which Gwaine had ordered but wasn't going to pay for, so actual ownership of the wine was a bit of a legal grey area. But Gwaine gets to drink most of it so no problem there.
Of course Gwaine doesn't actually tell Lancelot all of this. There are too many words involved, and words involve his tongue, and Gwaine isn't quite sure he's got a tongue any more. Instead he gives Lancelot a sympathetic look. Both of the Lancelots actually. He hadn't noticed that there were two identical Lancelots pining in front of him. He'd ask about that too, if it wasn't for, you know. Words.
Lancelot is still talking. Something about someone being in love with someone else. It's all a bit complicated and Gwaine thinks there are way too many words involved. He smiles at Lancelot and nods, then falls down on the table and starts snoring.